LaLa (Vocalz)
Anit trusting I bought it
Anit slipping Im off it
Yeah you know what law is
You love it be costing
Can't dubbing me I'm all in
Im balling won't fall in
Yeah these bitches be talking
But I catch them stalking
Cause they like how I'm walking
(Auto pilot)
Have you ever deal with gangsta feeling
High as a plane think I losted my feelings
Bitches gone hang with you got the ceiling
Putting love in your brain cause they wanting digits
Stay in your lane bet you make a million
Anit no love in my vein but you know I feel it
I know soon imma make a killing
Only god knows how I deal it
Yeah these hoes knowing that I'm the true
Pop a tab but my mind pop a shroom
Aftermath show you raft but you knew
Im imperfecting my craft getting loot
Took a half that's a dab on you fools
I hang with ya bitch it's a rap like a two
My main in this bitch and she knowing I'm bool
Im insane in this bitch seven thirty the move
(Fuck a screw)
And I wish I could rewind time
Cause i know I losted a fine dime
Real eyes
Realize
Real lies
Gone show
(Is it me or is the love showing more)
I been watching the clock tick tock
These bitches want love make them kick rock
These bitches be slick no trick dawg
My loving she want it but anit a hog
She gave me the top and I love them small
She hop on my log just like a frog
I shoot just to shoot but I like to ball
Hit on you and yo crew when I'm in the mall
Baby you far from cute plus ya money tall
If you ever need me you know to call
She sipping on me like some egg nog
She eating my meat cause she know I'm raw
Yeah she know I'm raw
Bet i take them all
Like fuck the cost
Yeah I like them bad
but I pick them sad
Yeah they call me dad
Cause I keep a flag
Plus I flash a mag
While my pants sag
I won't never crash
Thumbing through this cash
While I ash his ass
Wipe his nose but I leave him with a rash
And I wish I could rewind time
Cause i know I losted a fine dime
Real eyes
Realize
Real lies
Gone show
Have you ever deal with gangsta feeling
High as a plane think I losted my feelings
Bitches gone hang with you got the ceiling
Putting love in your brain cause they wanting digits
Stay in your lane bet you make a million
Anit no love in my vein but you know I feel it
I know soon imma make a killing
Only god knows how I deal it
Yeah these hoes knowing that I'm the true
Pop a tab but my mind pop a shroom
Aftermath show you raft but you knew
Im imperfecting my craft getting loot
Anit slipping Im off it
Yeah you know what law is
You love it be costing
Can't dubbing me I'm all in
Im balling won't fall in
Yeah these bitches be talking
But I catch them stalking
Cause they like how I'm walking
(Auto pilot)
Have you ever deal with gangsta feeling
High as a plane think I losted my feelings
Bitches gone hang with you got the ceiling
Putting love in your brain cause they wanting digits
Stay in your lane bet you make a million
Anit no love in my vein but you know I feel it
I know soon imma make a killing
Only god knows how I deal it
Yeah these hoes knowing that I'm the true
Pop a tab but my mind pop a shroom
Aftermath show you raft but you knew
Im imperfecting my craft getting loot
Took a half that's a dab on you fools
I hang with ya bitch it's a rap like a two
My main in this bitch and she knowing I'm bool
Im insane in this bitch seven thirty the move
(Fuck a screw)
And I wish I could rewind time
Cause i know I losted a fine dime
Real eyes
Realize
Real lies
Gone show
(Is it me or is the love showing more)
I been watching the clock tick tock
These bitches want love make them kick rock
These bitches be slick no trick dawg
My loving she want it but anit a hog
She gave me the top and I love them small
She hop on my log just like a frog
I shoot just to shoot but I like to ball
Hit on you and yo crew when I'm in the mall
Baby you far from cute plus ya money tall
If you ever need me you know to call
She sipping on me like some egg nog
She eating my meat cause she know I'm raw
Yeah she know I'm raw
Bet i take them all
Like fuck the cost
Yeah I like them bad
but I pick them sad
Yeah they call me dad
Cause I keep a flag
Plus I flash a mag
While my pants sag
I won't never crash
Thumbing through this cash
While I ash his ass
Wipe his nose but I leave him with a rash
And I wish I could rewind time
Cause i know I losted a fine dime
Real eyes
Realize
Real lies
Gone show
Have you ever deal with gangsta feeling
High as a plane think I losted my feelings
Bitches gone hang with you got the ceiling
Putting love in your brain cause they wanting digits
Stay in your lane bet you make a million
Anit no love in my vein but you know I feel it
I know soon imma make a killing
Only god knows how I deal it
Yeah these hoes knowing that I'm the true
Pop a tab but my mind pop a shroom
Aftermath show you raft but you knew
Im imperfecting my craft getting loot
Credits
Writer(s): Zion Baugh
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